I imagine that a woman like this needs no introduction....

I don't expect that everyone knows her, although many of you do. ​

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​And if you don't know her, I expect that you might someday. 

​I am happy to say that she is my friend, and perhaps even my favorite. 

​I imagine us tromping around the woods as kids: her welcoming the mud in between her toes, and me going "Ew, ew, ew, ew!"

And that Monday was not all that entirely different. She was barefooted and muddy: seed pods collecting in the billows of her skirt. She was, conversely, perfectly feminine. 

She was who she is: a superbly curated collection of talent, purpose, justice, love, and just about any other admirable quality those who know her want to throw in there. ​The girl just... is. 

As usual, hair and makeup by me, photography by Patrick. ​